The Story of How Producing My Timid Older Sister Developed My Sexual Preferences - Chapter 003: The Nature of a Leg Fetishist 2 ☆

Chapter 003: The Nature of a Leg Fetishist 2 ☆

My hand, still shoved inside her short pants, clearly felt the rise in humidity and temperature. I slid her underwear to the side and pressed my finger against her, finding it far wetter and stickier than I expected.

I scooped up some of that thick, viscous fluid with my middle finger and smeared it onto her swollen clit, then gave it a firm press.

“Nnah…!?”

“Welcome back, princess. Don’t tell me you came just from kissing?”

“I don’t knooow… it felt too good… my mind went completely white…”

“That’s a problem~ If you’re already worn out before we even get to the appetizer, let alone the main course…”

This time I rubbed her clit in slow circles, grinding it.

“Ah… ah… ahh… haan… Come on… just do it already!”

“Do what already?”

“Nn… more… rub it harder with your fingers…”

“You’re already this wet. Can you hear the sounds?”

I deliberately made loud, wet noises as I stroked her pussy with exaggerated, sticky movements.

“It feels so good… more! More! Put it in already! Rub it hard!”

“Alright, I’ll put two fingers in right from the start then?”

The moment I said it, I thrust my middle and ring fingers all the way in. She was so soaked that they slid in smoothly with almost no resistance.

“Mngh! Feels so good! More! Pound the top… harder!!”

As requested, I repeatedly stimulated the upper area with the pads of my fingers. Wet squelching sounds echoed as even more honey overflowed.

“You’re still wearing your panties… Is it okay if I go faster? If you squirt, your shorts are gonna get drenched.”

“I’ll hold it! Just do it more! Nn… nn… nn!”

“Don’t blame me later, okay? I’m gonna go harder now. Here!!”

I placed my palm on her pubic bone for leverage so I could move my fingers faster and thrust against the rough spot inside her.

Every time the wet kuchu kuchu sounds rang out, thick, viscous fluid dripped down my fingers and onto the back of my hand.

“Aaahhh—! I’m cumming— aaahh!! I’m cumming!!”

The moment she came, I forcefully pulled my fingers out. A short pssh! sound rang out and I felt water pressure hit my palm.

Shiori’s slender body trembled finely. She was breathing in short, heavy puffs.

“Nngh… fuu… nnn… nn…”

“Ahh, you said you’d hold it… Your shorts are completely soaked.”

She seemed still lost in the afterglow and basically ignored me. It looked like she was barely managing to catch her breath.

“Ah… nn… haa… haa… haa…”

I grabbed the short pants and panties that were digging into her hips. She lifted her waist slightly on her own. I slid the soaking wet fabric off her. Then I took off her T-shirt too.

She probably isn’t that pale originally, but the contrast between her tanned abs (typical of a track athlete) and her lower belly made the revealed skin look dazzlingly white. A white canvas starting from her hip bones and ending about 20 cm above her knees. In the center was a surprisingly thick, triangular patch of pubic hair that didn’t match her cute face. Long, dark hairs stood densely from the sides toward the center.

“Erotic…”

I’ve seen it many times, but I still can’t get used to that gap and ended up muttering it out loud.

From her reddish-black pussy, thick creamy juices mixed with her squirt flowed out smoothly as a cloudy white liquid.

My cock was trapped painfully hard inside my denim jeans, screaming to be let out.

“Come on! You’re staring too much…”

Shiori’s breathing had finally calmed down. She sat up shyly, covering her pussy with her hand. I was already at my limit.

“Then next… it’s your turn to make me feel good.”

I stood up, took off my jeans, and in one motion pulled down my boxer briefs right in front of her face. My cock sprang out and slapped audibly against my abs. Shiori looked up at it with an entranced expression and smiled softly.

“It’s so cool… Teru’s cock is really amazing. I love it~ I love it~”

“What do you mean ‘I love it’? Are you jealous?”

“Yeah. I’m jealous of this cool cock and I want it. I want to masturbate with it every day and touch it all the time.”

“I-I see… For now, can you lick it?”

“Okay. Thanks for the meal.”

She grabbed the base of my shaft lovingly, opened her small mouth wide, and took the head inside.

“Amn… ugh… ughh… mgh… guh… guuhh…”

She opened her mouth to the limit to avoid scraping me with her teeth and desperately moved her head back and forth. From the very start she was at full throttle, slamming the head against the back of her throat while stroking me frantically. Tears pooled in her eyes as she stared up at my face without blinking.

“Guaa… guwaa… guwa… gupoh… guuaa…”

After about twenty strokes, tears started rolling down her cheeks and the area from her collarbone up turned bright red. Saliva ran down my shaft and dripped onto the floor from my balls.

“Guaa… guwaa… guwa… gupoh… uvo guuaa…”

“You’re doing great. It feels amazing.”

“Guuohh… haa… haa… Sorry… I can’t open my mouth any wider. My jaw feels like it’s gonna dislocate…”

She pulled her mouth off my cock when she reached her limit, then laughed while crying as she stroked my saliva-covered penis with her sticky hand. Seeing her try so hard just to please me makes me feel unbearably fond of her. I naturally reached out and ruffled her smooth, straight black hair.

“It’s fine. It felt really good, and watching you struggle like that turns me on.”

“Pervert♡ I already knew that♡”

In a good mood, she opened the storage space under her bed, took out a black XL condom package, and wiped the saliva and precum off her hand and my cock with a hand towel. She tore the package open with her teeth and the black condom popped out.

“Black condoms feel kinda intimidating, don’t they…”

“They only had this black one in the big size. But it’s fine! It suits your cool cock perfectly!”

She placed the condom on the tip and rolled it smoothly all the way down to the base with practiced hands. We’ve probably had sex enough times to go through five boxes of condoms by now.

“There! Evil cock, complete!”

“Hmm, then can that righteous pussy of yours defeat me?”

“Bring it on!”

She flopped onto the bed and spread her arms saying “Come here.” There’s no way I’m losing.

Even though we were joking around, her pussy showed no signs of drying up and was clearly ready for insertion at any time. But I still didn’t put it in yet. I have a routine when having sex with Shiori.

It’s not exactly teasing her — if anything, it’s more like I’m teasing myself. First, I worship her legs. I left her anklet socks on. In missionary position, I lifted her legs, stretched them, bent them, and rubbed my cheeks against them. Her heavy, tanned, toned thighs. When I bent her knees, the flesh of her calves and thighs pressed together and bulged lewdly. I ran my tongue over them.

“Nn… you pervert, it tickles…”

Like a cat that got catnip, I rubbed my face against her mindlessly, licking and sucking as I gradually moved toward the base of her thighs. My cock, already straining even the XL condom, grew even harder. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted stimulation. I wanted to reach the goal.

While my face was sandwiched between her bursting thighs, I pressed my nose against her surprisingly thick pubic hair and took a deep breath.

“N-nooo… don’t smell it… nn…”

The scent of body soap and fabric softener, the faint smell of dried urine, and beyond that, her original musky feminine scent. Her embarrassed face shook side to side. My painfully erect cock twitched up and down on its own.

“I’m putting it in. Spread your legs.”